You’re reading my mind. Just a few hours ago, I posted to alt.slack with the subject: pining for the fnords.

(It just said that perhaps a R.A.W./Python crossover wasn’t a good idea, after all.)

valisopticus23

If people here haven’t read this book and are just happening upon it…then READ THIS FUCKING BOOK

It started it all, in many ways

DillingerDiedforYou

No wife, no horse, no moustache.

lifobryan

I just flew out of Chapel Perilous on some lasagna, with no wife, horse, or mustache … and realized that Nature’s God was a white, fluffy verb from Sirius. And after 23 fnords, I find this essay inscribed on a Golden Apple, sumbunal of the time. Hail Eris & Pope Bob!

Calypso_1

I grow apples [pollarded] (& assorted other plantae sex glands for sensual consumption – you really should try the medlars), have a propensity for grandiose hirsutism, hippocampal wrangling & a wife.

There is a window in said chapel for which I paid dearly & I have been impersonating myself, impersonating a stranger pretending to be me for well nigh a decade.